It is an unassuming, timeless marvel of mysterious origins and significant usefulness. It remains an artifact unto itself, providing illumination for those who need it in their lives, and moving on, ever ready to serve and light the darkness for the next master.
A town has a festival every year in the dead of winter. The festival of birds. The towns folk dress in feathery robes and beaked masks and dance and frolic in the belief that the changes of the seasons are controlled by the presence of birds. According to tradition, the festival tricks Spring into coming early because the birds have returned.